"Why did you bring me here?" I asked my friend Jayla as soon as I saw the sign to the 'Rose Petal' club.
It was a strip club for lesbians, and even though I've never been to the club, I've heard many stories about the place. All of the stories were centered on the fact that there were always a lot of half-naked women dancing around each other with roses as they tried to turn each other on. I always shook my head and dismissed the stories, saying that the women were just a bunch of desperate, horny bitches that were looking for a good sucking. But sadly, thanks to Jayla, I was becoming one of those girls too.
"I just thought that I needed to bring you out."Jayla responded. "You know, help you to open a bit about your sexuality."
"What?" I stopped walking and faced Jayla. "I'm tired telling you that I'm not lesbian or bi-sexual!" Turning from her, I tried to locate the car that we had left a few minutes ago, but it was now out of sight.
Jayla sighed and grabbed hold of my hand. "We'd see about that when we leave here tonight, Harm."
'Harm'. The nick-name she gave to me that always smoothly flowed off of her lips like some nice sweet honey. True that it was only short for my real name 'Harmony', but no one was ever able to make me feel like a princess only by calling my name. Giving in, I finally allowed the tempting angel to escort me through the doors of the club.
It was hard to ignore the unusual make up of the club. As expected there were roses almost everywhere, but it wasn't annoying or irritating to the eyes. In fact, they gave the club a nice and cozy sexy feeling as the seductive smell lit up the air. Rose petals trailed the floor leading from the door to a grand stage. I couldn't help but to giggle a bit as I remembered watching cliché romantic movies where petals led to the bedroom.
Holding onto Jayla's arm, I followed her around the huge stage to a big circular room surrounded by transparent glass. The circumference of the circle was lined with loads of tables and chairs, which were no doubt covered in rose patterns, while the middle of the circle was saturated with plenty half-naked women who were all moving their bodies seductively to the pulsating music.
"Go and have a seat over there while I go and grab us some drinks," Jayla pointed to a table for two.
Taking a seat by the table, I allowed my eyes to scan the room. My eyes landed on a thin girl with long black hair not too far from me. Her hands were draped around the neck of a blondy that was facing her. Both of the women's hips moved in the same rhythm as they pressed closer to each other in order to feel the tempting warmth of the other's sex. I couldn't help but to notice the slow movement of her black hair down the small of her back as she allowed her body to enjoy the rhythm. Her eyes remained closed as the blondy wrapped her arm around her waist, grabbing her butt in order to pull her closer. I watched in awe as their breast squeezed against each other, as the women moved their bodies up and down allowing a sensational feeling to flow through them as the extremely thin fabric of their braless tops allowed their nipples to rub together. The motion caused the blondy's left breast to pop out of her top, exposing itself to everyone watching. The black-hair girl took this opportunity to take the ripe, pink swollen exposed nipple into her mouth and sucked on it long and hard, causing the blondy to throw her head back in pleasure. The black-hair girl saw this action as a sign to go further and she used an arm to spread the blondy's legs apart before slipping it under her skirt.
I felt moisture begin to fill my pussy as I watched these two girls so freely enjoying themselves. Never before was I turned on by a woman, and even though there was a disgusting feeling to it, it still felt nice. I resisted the strong urge to stroke my own clit as the blondy tightly grabbed on to the other girl's hair and wrapped a leg around her, in order to allow her hand an easier entrance to her pussy.
My own pussy was becoming wetter now and it took almost every Jules of energy within my body to ignore the urge of playing with myself. I found myself wishing that I was the blond girl and my pussy was being vigorously fucked by another's girl's hand.
A loud sound on the speaker interrupted my thoughts.
"And here's the moment we've all been waiting for," a woman's voice sounded cheerfully through the microphone. "We are pleased to introduce to you our new rose blossoms!"
At that, a group of about twelve girls danced onto the stage in nothing but rose-pattern bikinis. It didn't take a genius to realize that they were the strippers. My attention immediately drew to a red-hair girl who seductively traced the bikini line around her breast as she licked her tongue.
I found myself undressing the girl in my head and admiring her naked body. I was disgusted with myself for thinking such a thought, but for some unknown reason, I didn't want to clear the vision out of my mind.
My eyes followed the girl as she made her way to a nearby poll and skillfully climbed onto it. She gyrated her waist slowly and seductively around the pole as she climbed higher and higher, before stopping her ascent. Her pussy then began to make love with the poll as she began to rub against it greedily, biting her lips as she did so. I imagined her swollen clit pushing against the cloth of the bikini, begging for freedom as she did so. Skillfully holding onto the poll with one hand now, the girl used her free hand to play with her now hard nipples through the cloth of her top. I witnessed her nipples becoming harder and harder as she circled her finger around the buds again and again, before squeezing them between her fingers. Removing her hand from her breast, she sucked on two of her fingers before slipping them into her top.
I felt my own nipples harden at just the sight of the woman's actions and pressed against my top as my pussy leaked and throbbed for attention. My breath stopped over and over and my pussy ached to be touch, but I refused to pull my eyes away from the girl. It was at that moment that I couldn't resist the temptation any longer and I found my hand making its way under my skirt, where it pulled around my panty and started to rub my swollen clit. My breath came out in shutters as relief flowed through my body. My hand vigorously moved in circles inside of my wet pussy under the table as I watched the girl on the stage slowly sliding down the poll as she stripped her top off.
